Breaking Away from Normal

Hunter Knox has always had a hard life. With an alcoholic dad and a dead mother, his life has been no easy road. He is striving to succeed against all odds, then Serenity Blake comes into his life. Will she help him fly or keep him attached to the ground?
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** Hey, It's
PossiblyMine, obviously, but I just wanted to ket you know this
novel contains swearing and references some teen themes and if
you don't like it I'm sorry. You can get over it and read, or
this story is just not meant for you.Thanks,
PossiblyMine**

Hunter

I was shuffling
along the sidewalk again, but today I was in no hurry to get
home. It was his day off, which means he would be drinking. As I
walked, I was so caught up in my thoughts I almost didn't notice
her. She was tall, tan and gorgeous. As I walked over to her, she
turned to the boy next to her and kissed him. Thats when I
recognized them. It was the famous "it" couple from Mantis Prep.
Everyone in the whole town knew who they were.The couple was made
up of Ryan Hastings, the big jock and captain of everything, who
also happened to be a big jerk to everyone. Serenity Blake, the
extremely nice and extremely talented, brilliant cheerleader.
Seems like an odd couple right?

Serenity

I noticed the guy
across the street, as me and Ryan ordered our coffee. I thought
he was checking me out so I decided to give him a show. I turned
and pulled Ryan in for a kiss. When we broke apart, Ryan gave me
a questionable look. I looked across the street and the guy had
begun walked down the street again. The barista hands us our
coffee and we begin to walk to Ryan's car.I whisper to Ryan, "
I thought the guy across there street was checking me out, so I
pulled you in for a kiss to get him to go away.
Sorry.""No worries babe, I
don't mind one bit." He said as he pulled me in for a long
kiss.He opens the door on
my side and then jogs around to his and hops in. We head off for
his house.

Hunter

I finally get home
and he is passed out on the couch. I pick up whats left of his TV
dinner and go to throw it away when he grabs my arm and yell
"What the hell?! You save it for leftovers dumbass!" He slaps me
and takes the tray to the counter and wraps it in tinfoil and
puts it in the fried. My cheek stings, but it hurts less than his
last day off. I saunter to my room, open the door and all my
stuff is thrown all over the place. My piggy bank is in shards on
the floor, my bed is a mess and all contents of my shelves are on
the floor. I march back to the living room and stand in front of
the television."What the hell did
you do to my room?" I scream at his drunk ass."I needed money for
my scotch, but you barley had anything. I took what I found
though.""You fucking
asshole. You broke half the shit in my room!" I was really losing
my temper now. He is off the couch now. He pushes me to the floor
and goes to sit back down to watch his program. I get up and go
to hit him, but I just can't do it. He's my father I can't hit
him. I start walking away and I didn't hear him get up. He grabs
me by the shoulders and turns me around and punches me square in
the jaw and says "Never talk to your dad that way again. Get your
ass to you room and do not leave it until I say you
can."I walk to my room,
after stopping to get ice. I lay down on my bed and begin to wish
my mother was still here to help stop his
outbursts.

Serenity

Boring. That is the
only thing that can describe my family. Nobody ever wants to do
something. My brother is off partying, mom and dad are working
late or out having cocktails with friends and my little sister is
playing with the nanny in her room. That leaves me to cook dinner
for myself. I put some water on the stove and begin to make Ramen
noodles. I decide to watch the news, while I eat my noodles. I am
just listening to the noise when I hear Ryan'sname. They switch
over to a guy in our gym, "High School Junior Ryan Hastings, is
here with us to give us an update on his team's season so far,"
says the news anchor."Well, the Mustangs
are having an a amazing season, Buck. We have a 7-0 record and
are ranked number two in the state.""Wow, thats quite
impressive, Ryan. Keep us updated on your season. This is Buck
Buckerman signing out. Back to Ariel in the
studio."The plain lady came
back on the screen. Ryan never told me he was going to be on
TV.

Ryan

Damn, Brandy could
kiss. She was all over me. I don't know what it was tonight. We
have been dating for about 2 weeks and for the past 3 days she
could not keep her hands off me. Even in public, which I told her
is off limits. If anyone finds out her and I are sleeping with
each other her life would become a living hell and I would lose
Serenity. I really like Serenity, but she is kinda prude. She'll
make out and what not, but go to grab her ass or touch her boobs
and instantly she pulls away. As a guy you gotta keep busy, you
know?My phone starts
buzzing on the table next to me. I pull away from Brandy to grab
it. As I grab it Brandy starts to unzip my pants. I hold her off
when I see that its Serenity. I hop off the couch and head to the
bathroom to answer it."Hey babe." I say
smoothly.
"Hey, you didn't tell me you were going to be on the
news.""Well, I didn't know
you watch the news and I thought they weren't airing it till
tomorrow night. Sorry, babe. I'll tell you next time,
kay?""Kay.""I gotta go, my dads
calling. Bye, love you." I say as I hang up.I walk back into my
room and here lays Brandy in her matching bra and panty set. I
set my phone down and walk to my bed. I've got stuff to
do.

Hunter

School, my only
escape. As I walk through the halls, I am nothing more than an
invisible boy. I don't mind being invisible, It keeps me from
trusting people to much and them letting me down. I have be let
down to often in my life.With a deadbeat dad who can't even
manage to keep a job in one spot for more than a few months,
which then forced me to move to yet another school. School hasn't
always been my escape though, I've been to plenty of schools that
degraded me, made me feel even worse. The looks of teachers in
hallways were either that of pity, or of disgust. It is not my
fault I must live the way I do, but apparently they think so. I
can think back to one of my first schools I moved to, way back in
seventh grade. I had been playing the saxophone for my school's
band for about a year and a half, I was considered pretty good,
and I was mighty proud of myself. Then my dad got laid off of his
long term job, my mom had just died months before. After she
passed, dad found a new job out of state, we moved, and I was
heartbroken about leaving the band behind me. Once I got to the
new school things only got worse, their band wouldn't accept me
and told me I s was to bad to play for them. That's when I
realized just how much had gone downhill in my life, after my
only enjoyment was ripped from me. Needless to say I stopped
playing the saxophone and I have yet to pick it up
since.There are only a few
things in my life left to make me happy. My guitar and my razor
blade.I was six when I
first cut myself.I started cutting myself after the first move.
We moved across the country, shortly before we moved my mother
had died.A few weeks after the move,my dad had found me lying on
the floor of the bathroom, after I had lost to much blood. He
grabbed me, wrapped my wrists in a towel and took me to the
hospital. They put me on a gurney and wheeled me into the ICU,
that is all I remember before blacking out after so much blood
loss. I woke up to a bunch of beeping machines and a bleak
hospital room. I heard voices. One was my father's screaming at
another man. My dad was upset about something, but I couldn't
make out his words. I rolled over to go back to sleep.Since that
day I have been more careful with my cuts.My other thing
holding my life together was my guitar. After the hospital, I was
in rehab for 2 weeks. I met a man there in for crystal meth. He
could play the most beautiful melodies on his guitar. I would sit
there listening for hours upon hours, until we were both sent to
our rooms for bed. We continued our pattern day after day, until
the man died from the withdrawal. The nurses said in his will he
left his guitar to the kid who sat with him everyday, just
listening.